The mages began chanting, their voices weaving together in a complex pattern as they worked to neutralize the dark energy. The air crackled with tension, every second stretching into an eternity as they focused their efforts.
Elara and the fighters stood guard, their weapons ready, eyes scanning the chamber for any signs of danger. They knew that Malachor's forces would not give up their stronghold without a fight.
Suddenly, the door to the chamber burst open, and a group of Malachor's elite guards stormed in. The room erupted in chaos as Elara and the fighters engaged the enemy, their weapons clashing with the dark energy.
"Hold the line!" Elara shouted, her sword flashing in the dim light. "We need to finish this!"
The team fought with everything they had, their resolve unshaken despite the overwhelming odds. The chamber was filled with the sounds of battle, the clash of weapons and the crackle of magic echoing through the air.
